If life was an Horror Movie...

[Freddy Krueger.]

If life was an Horror Movie, what would you be ang would you survive?

I would. I would be the mass murdering slasher that no one can seem to find out who it is. I on that no big brave hero could kill cause I'll be too damn tricky. Hell, I'll make mass murderers look like Barbie dolls compaired to me.

[Freddy Krueger.]

I'm gonna chase you down, slice you up, eat your heart, eat your brain, and teach you the meaning of pain.

"You need serious schooling. Allow me to be your tutor. I'm gonna teach you--teach you the meaning of pain, that is."

[cheebacheeba]

Except, you should freestyle rap too, man...
I'd watch that shit any day.

If my life was a movie...I'd like to survive a holocaust/zombie kinda thang. You'd have to keep fit, you'd make your own rules, there wouldn't be THAT many live people around to piss you off, and if you were in a group whee anyone did...
"It was the zombies...yep...they got him."

[massacre man]

id be one of the main people and act like jay

SNOOTCHIE BOOTCHIES

[AngelMengele]

Feder's lecture was known to me from the courses, so I was able to devote myself to an inspection of the organization itself.
My impression was neither good nor bad; a new organization like so many others. This was a time in which anyone who was not satisfied with developments and no longer had any confidence in the existing parties felt called upon to found a new party. Everywhere these organizations sprang out of the ground, only to vanish silently after a time. The founders for the most part had no idea what it means to make a party-let alone a movement out of a club. And so these organizations nearly always stifle automatically in their absurd philistinism.
I judged the 'German Workers' Party' no differently. When Feder finally stopped talking, I was happy. I had seen enough and wanted to leave when the free discussion period, which was now announced, moved me to remain, after all. But here, too everything seemed to run along insignificantly until suddenly a 'professor' took the floor; he first questioned the soundness of Feder's arguments and then-after Feder replied very well- suddenly appealed to 'the facts,' but not without recommending most urgently that the young party take up the 'separation' of Bavaria from 'Prussia' as a particularly important programmatic point. With bold effrontery the man maintained that in this case German-Austria would at once join Bavaria, that the peace would then become much better, and more similar nonsense. At this point I could not help demanding the floor and giving the learned gentleman my opinion on this point-with the result that the previous speaker, even before I was finished, left the hall like a wet poodle. As I spoke, the audience had listened with astonished faces, and only as I was beginning to say good night to the assemblage and go away did a man come leaping after me, introduce himself (I had not quite understood his name), and press a little booklet into my hand, apparently a political pamphlet, with the urgent request that I read it.
This was very agreeable to me, for now I had reason to hope that I might become acquainted with this dull organization in a simpler way, without having to attend any more such interesting meetings. Incidentally this apparent worker had made a good impression on me. And with this I left the hall.
At that time I was still living in the barracks of the Second Infantry Regiment in a little room that still very distinctly bore the traces of the revolution. During the day I was out, mostly with the Forty-First Rifle Regiment, or at meetings, or lectures in some other army unit, etc. Only at night did I sleep in my quarters. Since I regularly woke up before five o'clock in the morning, I had gotten in the habit of putting a few left-overs or crusts of bread on the floor for the mice which amused themselves in my little room, and watching the droll little beasts chasing around after these choice morsels. I had known so much poverty in my life that I was well able to imagine the hunger, and hence also the pleasure, of the little creatures.
At about five o'clock in the morning after this meeting, I thus lay awake in my cot, watching the chase and bustle. Since I could no longer fall asleep, I suddenly remembered the past evening and my mind fell on the booklet which the worker had given me. I began to read. It was a little pamphlet in which the author, this same worker, described how he had returned to national thinking out of the Babel of Marxist and trade-unionist phrases; hence also the title: My Political Awakening.l Once I had begun, I read the little book through with interest; for it reflected a process similar to the one which I myself had gone through twelve years before. Involuntarily I saw my own development come to life before my eyes. In the course of the day I reflected a few times on the matter and was finally about to put it aside when, less than a week later, much to my surprise, I received a postcard saying that I had been accepted in the German Workers' Party; I was requested to express myself on the subject and for this purpose to attend a committee meeting of this party on the following Wednesday.

[Vampenguin]

If my life was a movie, Id be somebody who killed anybody who think they are a nazi, like AngelMengele

[cheebacheeba]

Yeah, I can imagine he and his little fool friends "trying to take over the world".

[Freddy Krueger.]

Originally posted by cheebacheeba
Yeah, I can imagine he and his little fool friends "trying to take over the world".

Knowing those sick asshole's, they may dress rats and dogs up in dresses and put lasor guns in their asses. Sickos.

[massacre man]

ew thats gross

[Freddy Krueger.]

I know. They're sick.